Passport by Tyler Thomas Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Man, I'm feeling like I'm in a movie bazooka still couldn't shoot me
Pulling up in the hooptie, spitting compliments a boosie
My family call me bourgeoisie I'm piranha with the sushi
I'm Donnie of the Doobies, I'm cooking with my loose leaf
So don't lap what you heard via one word, gotta find the bigger picture on your own first
I've been looking in the mirror yelling bloody mary
I drank so much that the bitch will start to look like Halle Berry
[Verse 2:]
I lost all my bitches I'm a workaholic
We knew that it was coming, I was first to call it
That coochie need a Gucci, Louie, whatcha call it
She like capital wanna hoochie what's in your wallet
I talk about this shit because I live it, I could never put no pussy over business, oh no no no no
I'm napalm in your state farm
You niggas couldn't handle me with 8 arms
I'm spickety-span, made some plans in Japan with my whole band far away from homeland
It make me beat my chest like I'm Conan
These hoes a little different than on Rosecrans
I'm feeling blessed as I stroll through the streets, take a seat, and I don't even know the names of half the shit I eat
So is it real or what is it cause I be lit when I'm spitting
I turn my visions to business, you get it?
I got to take the road less traveled
Feet on top of gravel, your fingers on that gavel
That's the type of nigga we don't need around
You the type of nigga that's gonna bring us down
[Verse 3:]
I'm a dog out the kennel, bring it back like a rental
I'm supposed to rip instrumentals with a smack of my dental
Niggas be thinking I'm mental but it's actually simple
I just keep peacing on niggas I be rapping like {Kimble?]
Man, I'm feeling like I'm in a movie bazooka still couldn't shoot me
Pulling up in the hooptie, spitting compliments a boosie
My family call me bourgeoisie I'm piranha with the sushi
I'm Donnie of the Doobies, I'm cooking with my loose leaf
So don't lap what you heard via one word, gotta find the bigger picture on your own first
I've been looking in the mirror yelling bloody mary
I drank so much that the bitch will start to look like Halle Berry
[Verse 2:]
I lost all my bitches I'm a workaholic
We knew that it was coming, I was first to call it
That coochie need a Gucci, Louie, whatcha call it
She like capital wanna hoochie what's in your wallet
I talk about this shit because I live it, I could never put no pussy over business, oh no no no no
I'm napalm in your state farm
You niggas couldn't handle me with 8 arms
I'm spickety-span, made some plans in Japan with my whole band far away from homeland
It make me beat my chest like I'm Conan
These hoes a little different than on Rosecrans
I'm feeling blessed as I stroll through the streets, take a seat, and I don't even know the names of half the shit I eat
So is it real or what is it cause I be lit when I'm spitting
I turn my visions to business, you get it?
I got to take the road less traveled
Feet on top of gravel, your fingers on that gavel
That's the type of nigga we don't need around
You the type of nigga that's gonna bring us down
[Verse 3:]
I'm a dog out the kennel, bring it back like a rental
I'm supposed to rip instrumentals with a smack of my dental
Niggas be thinking I'm mental but it's actually simple
I just keep peacing on niggas I be rapping like {Kimble?]